I don't want to give into the maddening thoughtsI don't want to become what I am not

My clenched hands start to bleedBecause I despise falling asleep

Knuckles harden as I delve into unconsciousnessMy bad blood boils away the sense of innocence-Inner wars are fought / Faces yearn to be tarnishedAll of my battles are lost / I put every bad memory into my fists

I don't want to know my true self / Different sides of the same coinMy reflection is altered by the pain I felt / We both will reach the breaking point-The forgotten fury yells to be freedThe hidden hatred screams to be unleashed

The rioting rage roars to be challengedThe warmongering wrath growls to be unchained

I apologize for missing this comment last year. I just checked it for the first time since then- and saw a few comments go without a reply.

I was just working on the third "dream" poem and decided to get a flow in syn. I'm going to be releasing it soon. It's called "Dreaming Of Blood" Anyway- thank you for your feedback. I am happy you enjoyed this.

It is gorgeous. I being a writer myself I say you have an extremely powerful writing voice it was breath taking i could feel it! very very good! (I would of critique it but it was telling me it was to short : ( five stars in all boxes though). Amazing